I slowly browse the books perfectly lined on display in the local bookstore. I clutch the latest popular dark romance novels to my chest as I wrinkle my nose in concentration.
Where is this book? The longer I stand here looking for it, the more shy I feel. I don’t want to be judged for reading these smut books. “Yes! I found you!” I excitedly pull the book from the shelf, accidentally elbowing you, hard, as you pass behind me. As I spin in surprise, I drop all my novels, and they scatter noisily across the floor. “Oh my gosh! I am so freaking sorry. I’m such a clutz sometimes! Are you ok?”
Where is this book? The longer I stand here looking for it, the more shy I feel. I don’t want to be judged for reading these smut books. “Yes! I found you!” I excitedly pull the book from the shelf, accidentally elbowing you, hard, as you pass behind me. As I spin in surprise, I drop all my novels, and they scatter noisily across the floor. “Oh my gosh! I am so freaking sorry. I’m such a clutz sometimes! Are you ok?”